Millions of people from all parts of the world will celebrate Easter because they, like I, believe what the early Gospel writers wrote about: that Jesus was raised from the dead and life eternal with Jesus in the kingdom of heaven is ours through faith in Jesus. Hallelujah!
That was where Jesus spent Holy Saturday: in a dark hole in the ground, doing absolutely nothing. It was the Sabbath, after all. His friends had worked hard to make sure he was laid to rest before the sun went down. Then they went home to rest too, because that was what they did on Saturdays.
I just find it hard to believe that this wandering rabbi and his gang of 12 surely horny men were unmarried and celibate.
In the Jewish and Christian chains of memory, the memorializing process is not some type of thinking we do with our brains; it is something we enact through our bodies. This digital memory is touched with fingers, and ultimately ingested, chewed, and swallowed.
The idea of forcing myself to enter into a certain mindset because of the date on the calendar just doesn't jive with my personality.
The world sometimes does its worst, even to those who don't deserve it. You know that, because you once lived as one of us, loved as one of us, and died as one of us.
Unlike the hosannas of Palm Sunday and the yearned-for glory of Easter Day, this day in Holy Week, Holy Saturday, speaks most directly to the daily reality of our lives. After the shock of death or words that bring despair -- words like cancer, divorce, terminal, downsizing -- we find ourselves entering the dark void of unknowing.
Throughout Holy Week, Orthodoxy is in grieving for Christ's ascent to Calvary and his crucifixion but on the day of the Resurrection there is the cleansing from sin and the restart of the human race.
For so many of us, Easter is not just a religious holiday -- it is a personal celebration and re-commitment. How do we personally experience the resurrection? Every year, as I hear and say "He is risen," I remember that it's not just a theological affirmation, but something I need personally.
So, what can the story of Jesus's crucifixion, as recorded in the Gospels almost 2,000 years ago, teach us about our own lives?
Recounting the Ten Plagues at Passover makes me think of a contemporary plague we've been seeing in full force just this past week: Bible pests. Whet...
I heard myself say the words and take part in this ritual and it made me physically sick. I couldn't believe that this was the liturgy that this kind, little church had been using for the past decades, maybe longer.
My daughter-in-law was doing a much better job in the "Christian" parenting department than I ever did -- that was painful to admit, but at the same time, it was so uplifting.
What is this death? The Cross returns to us again and again in our lives. When we bear witness to the child or the teen shot dead because of the wrong time, or the wrong place, or the wrong color, or the wrong class.
In the ancient monastery of Saint Catherine's Monastery at Mount Sinai in Egypt, there is a covenant of Prophet Muhammad's in which he guarantees prot...
Some years ago, during a visit to Jerusalem, I went to visit the Church of the Holy Sepulcher, reputed to be on the place of Jesus' tomb. I was rather underwhelmed, and wondered where Jesus really was amid all of the tourists and souvenirs.